Gemotions

The notification was blunt: "Scott Peterson wants to be friends." Jessica's breath caught in her throat. Scott. The boy who had systematically chipped away at her self-esteem. She closed her eyes, remembering the stinging words, the laughter, the isolation.

She considered the power of the situation, the potential to inflict pain with a click. She looked at his profile, at the pictures, at the apparent happiness he had found, and then, at herself. She realized it all was in the past.

She opened her eyes, and accepted the request. It was done, and the release was immediate, and a gentle smile played on her lips. She made herself some tea.